Swapping Sons

Content warning: This story contains elements of incest.

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"You boys ready for a weekend out in the woods?"

Clay and Luca looked at each other in the back seat with a hint of dread. It wasn't that they disliked spending time with their dads, they were just homebodies.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Clay's dad Bruce nudged, himself an adept outdoorsman.

"Are we gonna have to sleep in a tent?" asked Luca, who hadn't done so since he was a kid.

"Where else would we sleep!" laughed Luca's dad Carlo, who like Bruce loved a night under the stars.

"Why don't you put that Gameboy thingamajig away," Clay's dad told him. "Get ready to become one with nature!"

Clay let out a small sigh and zipped his Nintendo Switch into his backpack. In truth, he was excited for this long-planned trip. As best friends and recent high school graduates, Clay and Luca only had so much time to spend with their dads before heading off to college.

Neither Clay nor Luca were athletic like their fathers, which isn't to say they weren't popular, just not prom kings. Both wiry and six feet, the two boys' frames were quite alike, though Clay was a pale blonde with blue eyes, while Luca was a tan brunette with brown eyes.

Their fathers, on the other hand, were tall, strapping men--both star athletes at the same high school their sons had just graduated from. Like Clay, Bruce had blue eyes, but his once blonde hair had mostly greyed into an icy silver. Luca too bore a resemblance to his father, though Carlo's burly figure was covered in a thick pelt of fur, which Luca didn't inherit.

At first, the two dads--who like their sons had been best friends since childhood--were concerned about the boys' disinterest in sports. But as time passed they grew to love their sons' enormous brains, likely larger than their own, they would laugh.

"Do you think they'll be okay," Bruce asked Carlo over a beer the night before they left. "You know, in the great outdoors?"

"It's just a weekend," his friend of more than forty years replied. "They're gonna love it."

Nothing made Bruce and Carlo happier than how well their sons got along. They'd been best friends since birth, and other than a few tiffs rarely ever fought. One thing the dads did wonder about though was if their sons' liked girls. Neither had ever had a girlfriend, but they figured college might change things.

"And hey, who knows, maybe they just don't swing that way," Carlo once suggested.

Bruce had considered the possibility and realized he didn't care. He would love his son either way.

What the two men did not discuss, however, was if their sons had ever.... Though they seldom spoke about it, the dads themselves had experimented back in college. It started with a devil's threesome then eventually moved on to some kissing and cuddling. They quickly realized neither was the "bottom", though each knew the other still satisfied his bisexual needs with twinks on the down low.

After a three hour drive into the Muir Woods, the party of four hopped out of Bruce's truck and began setting up camp. Bruce and Carlo laughed when they saw how lost their sons were, but with a bit of fatherly advice two big tents quickly erected.

"How about we go on a hike now?" Bruce suggested.

Understanding they didn't have a choice, Luca and Clay slipped into their tennis shoes and filled up their water bottles. Bruce led the way, with the two boys in the middle and Carlo in back. The boys chatted for a bit using teenage slang neither father understood, but slowly each child drifted towards his kin. Bruce and Clay discussed college and whether Clay was ready to move across the country to New York City.

"I am ready, Dad, but the real question is are you?"

This poignant thought struck Bruce as rather mature for his son, reminding him that Clay was an adult now with an adult mind. As Bruce's youngest child, Clay's departure would mark the beginning of his empty nest era. At times he looked forward to all the traveling he and his wife could now do, but he also knew he would miss his baby boy so dearly.

Clay had always required a gentle touch and opened a nurturing side of Bruce's masculinity untapped by his other children. He knew that in no time Clay would graduate, get a job, maybe even start a family of his own, and Bruce wanted to cherish every moment.

A few paces back, Carlo was having a similar conversation with Luca, who too was his youngest child. He rarely found himself getting emotional but the thought of his baby leaving the nest left him close to tears.

"At least I'll be close to Clay," Luca told his dad, seeing how deeply their conversation was affecting him. "NYU is just a quick subway ride from Columbia!"

"That's right," Carlo said, putting his arm around his son's bony shoulder. "I'm so glad you two will be in the same city."

As the hike progressed, Carlo couldn't help but get distracted by the beautiful sight in front of him. With each energetic step, Clay's pert butt jiggled through his thin basketball shorts. Carlo tried so hard not to look--it's his son's best friend dammit, and his best friend's son!--but he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering.

Though Carlo was much more attracted to women, when it came to men he had a type: tall, thin, pale, and blonde. Whenever he sought out his extracurricular activities, which at this point his wife allowed as long as she too could have side flings, the subject was invariably a blonde-haired, blue-eyed twink. To Carlo, the contrast between his tan weathered body and their unblemished white skin was too hot to resist. He loved watching them on their knees, slobbering all over his big brown italian cock, choking as he pushed them further than they could take. Then he loved to put them on all fours, watch the recoil of their perfectly pale bubble butts as he pummeled his rod into their tight pink holes.

"Hnggg...." he accidentally let out as Clay's tight shorts rode up his crack, cupping his tantalizingly perky cheeks.

"What's up, Dad?" Luca asked. Carlo didn't have an answer and instead walked ahead to rid himself of dirty thoughts.

But Carlo wasn't the only one distracted uphill. Suddenly finding himself in back, Bruce now had a perfect view of Luca's equally delectable ass. Like Carlo, Bruce had never dared fantasize about his son's friend, but right now it was impossible not to! Luca was Bruce's exact type: tan, lithe, brunette, with narrow hips and a great butt. He wasn't sure how the scrawny boy had managed to work up such a juicy booty but he didn't care! Bruce had a front row seat to Luca's jiggly cake and couldn't keep his eyes off it.

What neither father knew was that their sons had little crushes of their own. Clay and Luca liked daddies, and each boy found the other's irresistible. Clay would daydream about Carlo taking him on his back, while Luca wished Bruce would ravish him at the kitchen sink.

Clay and Luca discussed their budding sexuality, and like their fathers had even experimented once or twice. Neither could play the part of the man though, the Dominant, so they settled with fantasy.

"Okay, boys, we made it!"

Nestled between large stones lay a pristine swimming hole. As Bruce stripped his sweaty polo, Luca's eyes locked onto his meaty pecs and gorgeous pink nipples. At the same time, Carlo was stupefied by Clay's ass. It bubbled so prominently out of his basketball shorts, an almost impossibly large rump on such a slim figure.

When Clay peeled off his tight shorts, Carlo saw the smoothest, creamiest, tastiest ass on the planet. He wanted to pry his friend's son's juicy cheeks apart and bury his beard in right there! Carlo felt his oversized cock swell and had to turn so no one could see.

But before he did, Clay spied his best friend's dad's massive meat. Carlo had failed to fully soften and the boy was graced with a hefty half-staff. After fantasizing about Carlo for the last few weeks, Clay could barely contain himself. His much smaller penis began to grow in his skimpy speedo and he too had to turn away. Little did he know, this just gave Carlo a better view of his ass!

Reluctant to get in the cold water, the boys shivered in their little speedos while their dads splashed around. Eventually they were pushed in and soon everyone was playing. At one point, Clay ended up on Carlo's shoulders, Luca on Bruce's, and the boys started a chicken fight. The dads were entranced by the gorgeous legs wrapped around their necks, the pretty feet in their hands. Carlo found his big paws traveling up Clay's trim calves, all the way to his smooth thighs. He was so lost in silky skin he didn't notice his best friend doing the same to his own son! Feeling him up, caressing his flesh.

The fighting stopped as the boys were now focused on not poking the dads' heads with their growing boners. Unbeknownst to them, the dads were also trying their damndest to keep their own dicks in check! All four men were now rock hard, unaware of the others' desires.

Bruce decided it was time to head back. Finding it impossible to keep his hands to himself, he took the opportunity to squeeze Luca's ass while removing him from his shoulders. Randy and excited, he even gave the boy a cheeky hug, maintaining a tight grip on his teen tush.

Just a few feet away, Carlo was also hugging Clay, swinging him around in the water, never letting go of his bubble butt. Clay giggled and squealed while the big hairy man picked him up and carried him out. Never one to be outdone, Bruce let Luca wrap his legs around his broad chest and brought him up to shore.

"That was fun, huh," Bruce asked Luca, then grabbed a towel to dry him off.

He hugged him tightly until Luca's teeth stopped chattering, then watched his friend do the same to his son. They were all swaying now, the two boys with their arms scrunched in at their chests, burly paternal bodies wrapped around them. They stayed in these tight hugs for a few moments, none of the four wanting it to end.

When they finally let go, the pairs remained together for the walk home, each boy with the other's father. Luca hadn't spent much time alone with Bruce, nor Clay with Carlo, and the boys were shy at first. But as the two pairs slowly separated, the dads' humor and gusto made everything less awkward.

"So, you ready for college?" Carlo asked Clay, with Bruce and Luca now out of sight.

"Yeah, Mr. Ferrari, I'm ready to start fresh."

"After all these years? Please, call me Carlo." He put his muscular arm around Clay's bony shoulder and pulled him in. "What do you mean about starting fresh?"

"Well, it's just....." Clay squirmed nervously. "To tell you the truth, Mr. Ferra- Carlo..." He breathed deeply. "I'm gay.... And I think New York City will be a good place to truly be myself."

Carlo hesitated, unsure how to handle the situation. His paternal instinct quickly kicked in though and he stopped to turn the boy towards him.

"Hey, buddy, I'm proud of you for having the courage to tell me. I know it's not easy to say." He rubbed Clay's back tenderly. "You know I'll always lo-... like you no matter who you are."

"Thanks, Carlo," Clay said, his smile slowly returning.

"Have you told your father yet?" Carlo asked.

"No...." Clay mumbled. "I will, it's just-"

"Don't worry," Carlo whispered, placing a finger dangerously close to the younger man's pouty lips. "You don't have to tell him til you're ready."

"Thanks... You know, for being so understanding...."

It looked like a weight had been lifted off Clay's shoulders as he leaned into his friend's dad's chest for support. Carlo wrapped the boy in a tight hug and rocked him back and forth before continuing their hike. When they got back to camp, Luca and Bruce were making a fire. They seemed to be laughing about something and Carlo was glad they had also bonded. When the dads had a minute alone, Carlo spilled the beans.

"You know your son just came out to me," he told his best friend.

"Yours did too," Bruce replied anxiously, though with the news out they could finally exhale.

"I wonder why he hasn't told me," Bruce asked, but Carlo reminded him it's hard to say these things to your own father.

"He will," Carlo assured. "And Luca will tell me too, when he's ready."

The dads gave each other a quick hug then went back to their boys.

"Hey! Are you guys drinking beer?"

Carlo was ready to reprimand but Bruce reminded him they were adults.

"You remember how much we used to drink at their age? A few beers never hurt."

Some hours later and a few turned into a half dozen each. All four men were now past tipsy, sharing things they might not otherwise, getting comfortable with each other.

"I have to peeeeee," Clay giggled while struggling to stand straight.

"Me too," Carlo laughed, lunging forward to steady the boy. He grabbed his slim bicep and led him towards the woods.

"Guess we'll just stay here," Bruce told Luca, who was sitting in the chair next to him. "Nice and toasty by the fire."

Now in the shadows, Clay once again found himself under his friend's father's arm. Carlo stopped to admire the crescent moon and Clay looked up at his handsome face. When Carlo peered down he saw the angelic Clay looking oh so tantalizing. Under the influence of alcohol, he had to stop himself from accidentally kissing the boy right there! He'd smooched his fair share of twinks and if this was anyone else he'd already be on his knees.

"So uhhhh, you got a boyfriend or anything?" Carlo blurted out to break the silence.

Clay blushed but was happy to see Carlo be normal about the whole gay thing. He didn't seem judgmental at all, just curious.

"No...." Clay finally whispered after getting over his embarrassment.

"Come onnn, a cute kid like you? I bet the football team's all over you!"

He tickled Clay and the boy laughed before shyly replying, "yeah, right....."

"So there's nobody? Not even a little crush?"

"Well...." Clay was looking at the ground.

"Whaaat? You can tell me." Carlo's genuine smile broke down a few more of the boy's walls.

"It's just.... I'm not really into guys my own age..." Clay buried his bright red face in his hands.

"Oh! Uh...."

Carlo gulped, then his instincts returned and he reminded Clay of the dangers of meeting up with random older men. Clay was almost too embarrassed to speak.

"Well this one's not random...."

"Is that right.....?" Carlo asked him, his smile cool even though his nerves were sky high. One misstep and he could ruin everything.

"Yeah...." Clay whispered, then took an uncharacteristically brave step towards the big man.

Carlo was too drunk and horny to control himself any longer. Risking it all, he leaned down to his son's friends plump lips, which to his elation were eagerly pointing up. The pair kissed once, twice.... five, six, seven, eight times! There was no tongue, just the sweet smooches of two lovebirds linking for the first time. They both understood the stakes of this makeout but neither seemed to care. It felt right, not to mention was perfectly legal, so they continued with cocks straining.

Carlo saw Clay's pert tush poking through his sweats and had to touch it. He squeezed the bubble ass he'd been dreaming about, groped and fondled it as long as he pleased.

"Mmmm..." they cooed in unison.

Carlo continued to rub the blonde boy's supple bum, taking note of its perfect size and shape. Clay was on his tip toes in a frenzy, nuzzling Carlo's hairy neck, mewing like a kitten. When Carlo's bear paw slipped under the sweats he met no undies, just silky smooth boy butt.

"Fuuuuuucckkkk..." the older man groaned, luxuriating in Clay's creamy soft skin.

His ass felt almost like a girl's, perfect to spank and lick and fuck. He pushed his middle finger against the tight pucker in the center and felt it twitch. He applied more pressure to the wrinkled ridges and gripped tighter.

"Uhhhh.... Baby! So smooth....."

He wanted to rip the boys clothes off and eat his ass out, but this wasn't the time nor place. Instead he slipped his hand out of Clay's pants and held his delicate hand.

"Let's head back now."

Clay was disappointed but settled with an arm around his waist. Strangely, as they walked, neither made any effort to look less like a couple. It's as if they no longer cared, or even more, knew the other two wouldn't either.

And they would be correct, because back at camp Luca and Bruce were having their own special moment. It also started with some personal questions, then Bruce's hand on Luca's thigh, his waist, his neck. After some gentle kissing, Luca slid himself onto his friend's dad's lap. Bruce's hands slipped under the boy's oversized hoodie, ran up his skinny, rib-lined torso. He squeezed Luca's bubble butt, pushed his tongue into his wet mouth, did everything he could before the others returned.

But when he heard the leaves crunching from afar, Bruce somehow knew it was perfectly fine. He felt no need to push Luca off his lap and in fact held him tighter as his own son and best friend entered the campsite hand-in-hand. Bruce simply nodded as Carlo walked Clay to their spot across the fire and sat him on his lap. Neither boy had to look at his father, it was clear everyone approved.

Without words, both couples resumed their activity. All you could hear over the crackling flames were four distinct moans. The boys were facing away, but the dads crossed eyes sporadically. It was strange at first, of course, seeing your best friend kiss your son, but it's not like each wasn't doing the same. They'd all found themselves in the most peculiar taboo, yet instead being disturbed they were deeply comforted. They would never discuss this with anyone else, but why did they? Some things don't need explaining. Some things just are.

The boys had removed their shirts and were showing off their hairless torsos. Bruce and Carlo wanted more but didn't know if their sons were experienced. Seemingly on cue, the twinks slithered their way between the dads' thick thighs. Embarrassed and unsure, the men allowed the sons to rub along their diamond-hard erections.

"Shit..." Bruce moaned as Luca stroked his snake over his sweatpants. He couldn't see his son across the fire, just Carlo's red flannel and black beard.

Down below, Luca was snuggling into Bruce's crotch. He looked up at the handsome older man's matching blue eyes and flannel before excitedly slipped his hand under his waistband. Bruce's skin was furry and hot, his massive erection unmissable. The boy gasped when he grabbed the thick flesh for the first time, but quickly got acquainted like a good faggot does. Bruce shimmied his pants below his ass so his whole rod could breathe and Luca now had total control.

"Ahhhh....." Bruce leaned back and relaxed.

Carlo recognized his friend's position--hands behind his head, smile on his face--and knew he was getting head from his son. Though that made him uncomfortable, it also turned him on like nothing ever had. They were swingers now, swapping sons, two creators exchanging spawn. Carlo felt immensely powerful and knew his friend did too.

"Such a sweetheart, Clay, suck your Daddy's dick."

I think all four of them were surprised to hear Carlo say that, but it instantly made sense. Bruce followed up with the same and now everyone understood the beautiful pact they had formed. One man their Dad, the other their Daddy.

Bruce and Carlo smiled nostalgically while their sexual needs were taken care of. They now had a lifelong outlet, a cocksucker on call. When Bruce flew out to visit Clay in New York, he imagined himself fucking Luca in the hotel at night. This was going to be perfect.

Down on their knees, both boys felt supremely comfortable sucking off their new "Daddies." They already loved these men and could now truly show them. Clay slurped up Carlo's long foreskin then pulled it down to expose his shiny, sensitive tip. It was so fucking big compared to his own, a thick sword that he could wield with two hands. Clay was so turned on by his new Daddy and proud he was hung.